S is for Shamefully Ignorant!

King John's castle was a stone's throw away, for the whole of my childhood, and most of my Adulthood, and I only discovered the fact in April, at the grand old age of sixty-one! No school trips, no trips with the parents, and not me, having walked various other sections of the Basingstoke canal, had revealed its existence, or whereabouts?

 

Eventually I did notice it on one of the information boards along the canal, whilst on another walk, and determined to go and have a look, and on a balmy, summer's day (in April!), I walked the section down to the Graywell tunnel, and paused to inspect the castle ruin, from whence King John (the Boris of his day) is believed to have set out for Runnymede, to sign the Magna Carta, and begin the slow march to the Western Democracy we were vaguely enjoying, until recently, when it all started to go a bit wobbly! 

 

I took a video of the interior walls, but having rather forgotten how to do videos, it being a while since the last one, I've ended-up with a slide show, that has the video embedded toward the end, but it's all only a couple of minutes, and then all the stills are also below, so it might as well go first.

 

And for those who post all that anti-British shit on Quora; this was built over 800-years ago, 300 years before Columbus, it was a ruin 200 years before the American war of Independence, and yet, here it still is, anchoring any British arrogance in the history of a millennium.

 

These are taken clockwise round the castle, with one view obscured by trees, and it was, being April, a low, bright sun, so I had a few problems, but you get the idea! Originally eight sided, two walls have totally gone.

 

Indeed, what you can see in these photographs, is actually only the flint infill of the walls, all the dressed stone and masonry, inside and out has long-since disappeared, purloined for the buildings of the area, in later centuries - think Churches, farms, inns, bridges &etc! As I dare say, were any usable timbers!

 

Information boards on site.

 

One of the fireplace chimney flues.

 

The smaller holes are for the old floor joist timbers, the larger hole . . . ? Secret treasure nook/safe, larder, alcove for a religious icon, relic or statute perhaps? Cell for prisoners? Armscote? Somewhere for the ghost to hide, so Shaggy and Scooby walk past him, and he can jump-out behind them . . . Yah-yah-yah-yikes!

 

It is only infill, and in time there will be nothing left but a pile of stones.

 

This is actually reversed, it was the only way to get a clean shot! If you sit on the middle bench and move your head about, you can superimpose it on the ruins to resurrect the castle for a moment, albeit as a cutaway!

 

The castle is on the Three Castles Path/Walk/Way, which I naively, but admittedly confusedly, assumed must be either Basingstoke-Odiham-Farnham, or Odiham-Farnham-Guildford, but no, It's Winchester Hall-Odiham-Windsor Great Park & Castle! A 60-mile walk, and the other 'local' castles (orange dots, there's Highclere as well) don't get a look-in! But you can see how they form a line protecting the route to London, along the Downs.

 

For non-British readers, it's pronounced oh-dee-um, unless you're very posh, then you might get away with oh-dee'am!

A is for A'maze'ing!

I ventured up to my Alma Mater in Saffron Walden at the beginning of September, a dispiriting move, as it's all being developed into posh flats for London commuters (which only means the M11 will get worse!), but I had some time, well, I was literally, in my own time, so I took a trip down to the town, and checked out the old Maze in the corner of the park!

 

Seems to say as much as I could, after a Google, especially if AI started making it up! We used to walk it occasionally as kids, first as younger kids, in daylight, later as 'seniors', with perhaps a little embrocation of the not so medicinal kind, helping us . . . or hindering us, in the task! 1.5km is a few hundred feet shy of a mile, so it takes a good 15-20 minutes to complete.

 

Start

 

Finnish, about 5 yards from the start!

 

The fair was in town, the same fair which was in Aldershot a few weeks earlier!

 

A drone's eye-view from the council's website!

 

I spotted this on a service cabinet/enclosed pilaster, at Highbury & Islington tube/overground station, when I visited a mate later in the month, it is a simplified version of the same consentric pattern, with the start/finish in line.

 

I don't know if it has any significance beyond helping people pass the time while they wait for friends, colleagues or a taxi pick-up? Nor if there are others, elsewhere on the networks, can any Londoners help us out with that one?

 

Mazes have always been a side interest of mine, along with labyrinths, which is what we're actually looking at above - you can't 'go wrong' so long as you stay on the path. And I'm minded to try and find/visit one every year, and chuck the shots up here, for a change of pace, or 'bucket-list' quest!

L is for Look What I Saw!

Driving out to Alresford for a drop this evening, I saw signs for 'Ride with Thomas' and 'Steam Spectacular' on the road between Farnham and Alresford, and assumed it was something to do with the Watercress Line.

 

Then, while at the customer's house, a gurt' weezin' and a'puffin' was occurring behind their house, and I said "That Thomas is a noisy chap isn't he?", and she said it's not Thomas, it's Nigel Gresley, you should to talk to my husband about it!

 

Anyway, I got on with my route, only to find the road over the line was closed, so taking it as a sign, I parked up at the barrier, ran up to the bridge and managed to get these . . .  

 

 . . . somewhere in all that, which is mostly coal-smoke, not steam, is Sir Nigel Gresley, one of the few remaining streamlined biggies from the height of the steam era! And it was a still evening, after the storm of the last 48-hours, so it (the smoke) wasn't clearing, and while I had to get on, I knew I was 20-minutes ahead on my route (it's all computer and satellite driven these days), so I formed a quick plan, and shot-off to one of my favourite tea-break spots, more in hope than anticipation, and started to clean my windows, which I'd already told the internal camera needed doing - you need an excuse to stop, off schedule! When I heard them . . .

 

 . . . and managed to get these three off! Halfway between Ropley and Bishop's Sutton, on the embankment which runs from Arlesford to the Four Marks hill, I was about a quarter of a mile away, so they're not the best, but they are still awesome beasts!

 

Full steam from both of them, I think the leader might be 506 (30506) LSWR Urie S15 Class, with the 'Gresley behind, and the setting sun (6pm'ish) shining right at them! Apparently, they'll be performing again, this coming weekend;

 

https://watercressline.co.uk/special-days/travel-behind-sir-nigel-gresley/

 

Now, I'm no 'spotting' train-buff, but there are certain things, old tanks, tall ships, steam long-boats, Massey Furguson 135/165's, which are literally living history, and you only fail to be moved if there's something wrong with your soul, so if you're not doing anything next weekend, get your arse to Arlesford!

 

That's it - happenstance! Made a reasonable shift, memorable!

QAIMNS (R) is for Angels!

One of the more unusual things in my possession is this old kit bag, about twice the size of the one I was issued with in '84, but half the strength of material, being quite soft, compared to mine which is like a canvas belt material, only bags bigger!

 

The base is heavier though, to prevent wear on trains, mud-tracks and ferries! It's brown, I don't know if there's a colour code, but I think the Navy have always been white, ours were standard 'army green' and the RAF had theirs in the same blue as their best dress, so there maybe/may have been a code, with women's' forces or reserves in brown?

 

It's marked MK DALY - QAIMNSR - BEF, which is the name of the owner, the unit (Queen Alexandra's Imperial Military Nursing Service Reserve), these days you tend to put the 'R' in brackets, but back then they clearly didn't! And British Expeditionary Force, our troops in France.

A little non-arduous Googling quickly revealed some of her history, she seems to have served from at least 1916 sometime (one of some 10,000 women), probably earlier, with a war diary in the National Archive revealing;
 

"Recommendation for 1 months’ sick leave for Miss M. K. Daly, QAIMNSR, 1 General Hospital, suffering from neurasthenia."

A euphemism for what we later called shell-shock (see below), and now call PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), from Abbeville (the Somme) on the 15th October 1916, suggesting she had already seen more than most of our generation ever will, and most of it pretty bad.

However, they were made of sterner stock in Edwardian Britain, and the same diary's entry (I couldn't ascertain the name or sex of the author) for 15th June 1917 reveals;

"To Frevent (Frévent, about 18km NE of Abbeville, ed.), to 6 Stationary Hospital, arriving at 12.15 noon. Went round the hospital with Miss Daly, the A/Matron, and the CO, Lt. Col. Harding. All in excellent order – had been evacuating largely – about 350 cases in hospital at the time of the visit. Saw the new hut for officers suffering from shell shock – not yet in use, to be opened next week, which will greatly relieve the existing Officers’ Hospital, which was overcrowded on the day of my visit, owing to a large number of shell shock cases. 59 officers in hospital altogether. Had lunch in the Sisters’ Mess, most comfortable and well kept."

 

So, she had returned to work, and was helping officers recover from what she had herself suffered from a year earlier.

The third mention of her I could find was her gazetting in the King's birthday honours list for 1919, where the British Journal of Nursing reports on January 25th;

"The King has been pleased to award the Royal Red Cross, second class, to the following ladies in recognition of their valuable services : — . . . Miss M. K. Daly, Staff Nurse, Q.A.I. M. N. S. R. . . .  "

 

At no point was her Christian-name or middle-name revealed, there were at least two other Daly's, one seems to have spent her war in the hospitals at Colchester, the other gets a brief mention in Scotland (I think, it was 'in passing'?), and one wonders what happened to her, all three of them, or indeed, the many thousands who 'answered the call', after the war?

The Quims (as they were 'affectionately' known), would become the Queen Alexandra's Royal Army Nursing Corps (QARANC), in 1949, commonly known as QA's. I briefly dated a QA after I'd left the Army, and once fell in love with a Captain, but she (along with two nurses, who were 'in on it') played a terrible trick on me and 'Snoz' Reed, which is another story for another day!

L is for Last One For Now!

 I know it's not everyone's cup-of-tea, but I find this stuff fascinating, and there's plenty still in the queue, both from Alderney and closer to home, but this is the final part of the recent visit to Hazeley Heath and the cable-testing station of the Royal Engineers and their antecedents.

This is the building or structure the winding mechanism/s was/were housed in, it was far more substantial, but all the reclaimable steel and reusable elements are long-gone now, leaving the two outer walls, some floor mounting stuff and a protective plate.

 

There's enough roadway in front of the structure for flat-towing tests, as well as the extreme tests allowed for by dragging things up the ramp we looked at last time! The top of the ramp is in the far distance in both shots, in-line with the structure and roadway.

 

This was apparently the mounting for the main winch/winding engine, presumably bolted to the two rails with a drip-tray between them to collect all the gunk which tends to find its way out of such machinery!

 

Beyond it is what looks like an inspection-pit, all filled in, but the blurb suggests another machine mounting, so I assume someone has dug it and found it to be not deep-enough for inspecting things?

In front of them is this, which probably mounted a pulley to carry the cable a bit higher over to the ramp, where a similar pulley, and its mounting have long-since been removed.  Also, there may be a secondary function of preventing whip-lashing broken-cables from damaging the machinery?

 

Heavy steel RSJ remnants hint at a heavy-duty, or over-engineered roof/shelter, designed again, or primarily, to protect the machinery and operators/observers from snapping cables, rather than enemy action, having been probably build long before the Second World War?

 

I gave them a quick tug, and they are set-fast in the landscape, whether they are old telephone cables or the old three-phase power-supply . . . Your guess is as good as mine!

 

I either read somewhere, or heard as hearsay from some MOD-procurement chaps or BAE Systems bod's, that how it works with these things, is that you decide you want a 50-ton main battle tank, for instance, you give the job to Vickers Engineering, and if you’re happy with the prototypes, order, say 250, with ten driver-training versions, plus a number of recovery variants . . . and cables (etcetera!).

Those cables then get rated at 55-tons, by the Royal Armoured Corps, who will have to use them, the MOD-wallah's up in Whitehall, agree to 55, and add another 5-ton rating to be safe, that gets sent to Vickers, who tender-out the contract, because they've now got 260 tanks to build and some recovery vehicles to design, and can't be arsed to start twisting wire hawsers! They add 5-tons capacity to the contract!

GKN take the wire twisting gig, and add an extra 5-tons 'just to be safe', before their hawser and cable division plait another few tones of capability into the finished cables! You end up with a steel-rope, which is specifically designed to be carried by 50-ton vehicles, but which can recover 70-ton vehicles from sticky mud! All that early work seems to have been done behind a little village in rural Hampshire, in the 1930's and 1940's!

B is for Brain Fog

As I said the other day, we used to play out on the heath, all day! Mum would fill our water-bottles with orange squash, I had Dad's old Palestine one, with the tan, strappy-cage holder, and my brother had the green US Vietnam one with the two poppers at the neck (the SAS used them in the jungle), and a couple of cold sausage sandwiches, and we'd go off and play 'Army men' all day, ranging for miles and sometimes meeting other kids, sometimes having a 1000-acres to ourselves, if we avoided the Gypsy camps!

One of my childhood memories was finding a tank-testing inclined ramp, in fact, I remember two, side by side, about 30º and 40º each, but what has now been opened-up and left on display, is A) nothing like my memory, and B) somewhere else!

And while it may be that the others are somewhere else, on the more private land a few-hundred yards to the east, hidden in the undergrowth, I suspect that my memory of this (below) has become conflated with various pictures of similar ramps in tank or AFV books?

What is there now is more of an architectural channel, with various features and a steepness of around 45º, rather than the two flat roadways I remember? It could be slightly shallower, but as we'll see in a second, I don't think so, if it is, it's no less than 40º.

 

There is a bog at the bottom, now, it's ironic, but you wouldn't build a military testing facility in a bog, near a bog, if you are testing towing (as they were, according to the historians who've done the blurb on the info-sign), maybe, but not 'in' a bog, so the fact that there is a bog there now, or that a nearby bog has extended back to the ramp, is almost certainly an unforeseen consequence of building a ramp there in the first place, and channelling a lot of water straight down the hill!

 

There are signs of a metal slider type thing running along the tops of the two raised 'rails', obviously someone back in the 1950/60's removed the bulk of the metalwork for scrap (probably the Gypseys?), but they cut either side of the sections anchored into the concrete. And you can see, if I'm standing vaguely level, and holding the camera naturally, it's about 45º

Here's one that has been pulled out, or weathered-out at some point, so you can get some idea of how deep the anchors went, it's filled with dirt now, mostly sandy, so weathered concreate running down the slope and filling any holes it finds!

This was lying in the channel where some kids probably pulled it out of the bog, or found it in the undergrowth, it's a solid chink of steel with a blunt-point at one end and might be another kind of anchor, for either the hawsers under test, or the test weights/vehicles?

Life will find a way, and eventually even the pyramids will be no more.

In the central grove are these equidistant holes, which I suspect formed a ladder of scaffold-sized bars, which might have made climbing up or down the ramp more easy, or may have been for fixing anchors or stops to prevent the test-item running back down the ramp uncontrollably if/when the hawser failed?

T is for Tank Tracks

I popped over to the BMSS show on Saturday to pick up a few things including a tub of bits for the Blog from Adrian, two days after a brilliant parcel from Chris Smith dropped-in, so lots in the queue, and I've been bumped into looking out all the Motorcycle stuff for a round-up or two!

 

Coming on the heels of the dragons teeth post, and on the way back from Reading, I thought I'd stop on Hazeley Heath and look at the tracks they dug out of the undergrowth/bog a few years ago, we used to play around there as kids, but it's changed a great deal, and memory failed me at one point, but they are subsequent posts, this is the tracks!

 

Apparently the above is Valentine Tank track, the area was used to test towing cables by the REME, previously probably the Ordnance Corps, or an offshoot of the Royal Engineers MVEE testing facilities at Deepcut/Chobham, up the road (A3), or the vehicle testing site at Rushmoor, across the way, between Fleet and Aldershot?

While this hasn't been ID'd, but I think it's a Vickers Medium Mk.1's tracks from the 1920's, also used on early Mk.2's before the ones with the plates that have a double-cross cut in them, was used. The site was in use for testing, since before the First World War, so interwar track is quite possible. It's so heavy and so rusted, I couldn't lift it to see the underside of even one link.

 

The information board is also tracked, and while seemingly cobbled together from recovered parts (there was half a Sherman turret sticking out of the bog at one point), with [possibly!] three Churchill road wheels and two Valentine return rollers?

 

But the tracks are very thin, they almost look imaginary, however, up close, have both age and casting marks, so a small carrier or one of the late 1930's cruisers? Obviously, the diamond-plate fabricated 'hull' is a modern fancy.